Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　"What are you doing?"

　　Hou Zhen quickly asked.

　　Wu Shaobai smiled and shook his head:

　　"Hey, let's just talk and laugh. Today is the unpacking. It's a good thing. Mr. Hou, do you think we have to get a good deal?"

　　"That's true...but what did you mean when you said that you see red?"

　　"You'll know."

　　Wu Shaobai folded over lightly.

　　Then point to the background:

　　"We were listening in the background just now, and Xiaobai also led you to sing, right?"

　　"Yes~~~"

　　"It's not worth it for you to spend 50 yuan to come in and sing that shitty song."

　　"Who is it~"

　　Hou Zhen smiled and waved his hand:

　　"You, don't talk nonsense, that's also a small song, but the words that Xiaobai changed, it sounds so playful."

　　"Well, it's really playful. Also, when I watched him sing the first few lines of "The Legend of the White Snake", some of the audience in the audience started to sing along, right?"

　　"That is."

　　"What does this mean?"

　　"Oh? What?"

　　"This shows that everyone likes and loves our traditional art."

　　Saying that, Wu Shaobai's eyes showed a trace of emotion.

　　"After the 29 boxes were sealed last year, didn't I stay at my master's place for two more days. Later, my mother thought that I was thinking too much, so I went to my master's day when the thunder struck the pet park..."

　　Hahaha~"

　　"Hey, your mouth is as bad as your uncle."

　　Hou Zhen waved his sleeves and quickly corrected:

　　"It's called Tianjing Dihua Pet Paradise. Don't forget, you'll have to go back to live in a while. God is hitting you with a thunderbolt."

　　"..."

　　"Hahaha~~~"

　　Looking at Wu Shaobai's speechless eyes, the audience laughed.

　　"Why is your mouth so broken?"

　　Wu Shaobai pointed at him:

　　"Wait, you'll look good in a while!"

　　"Hey? What's this called~"

　　Listening to his words, Wu Shaobai ignored him and continued to say:

　　"Then when my mother and my master and wife were sitting and drinking tea together, they talked about Quyi. My mother is a soldier, so she doesn't usually touch this kind of things. But after sitting down to drink tea, she and my master suddenly came together. Said: In the past, she didn't pay attention to traditional quyi, but now I don't know whether it's because of me being an artist or other reasons. Gradually listening to these ditty tunes or Jingping Bang tunes, I can hear the taste. Some jokes even feel more like something. Pop songs are better."

　　"Oh, gradually fell in love?"

　　"I can't say I like it, but at least I don't resist as much as before. Then I talked about the video of Deyun Society on the Internet, saying that most of the Internet users are young people. When I go to Youku to read the comments, good guys, they are all young people. People leave a message at the bottom saying how much they like more."

　　"That's a good thing."

　　"That's not."

　　Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"It's really a good thing. The decline of traditional folk art is closely related to the era of information explosion. Art is a kind of thing, no matter how high or low, if you say you like pop songs, that's fine. If you like symphony, that's not a problem. It doesn't matter if you like small tunes and minor tunes. Although the word quyi now refers to traditional art, it actually includes all the art forms related to sound in the world. You can do whatever you like, even if you don't If you like these quyi, but like some arts such as painting, embroidery, or handicraft, then no one can limit you. But as insiders, we can put a state of decline in a state of decline. , Our country's own quyi has been promoted, whether it is Peking Opera, Taiping lyrics, or Bangzi, Dagu, Pingju, etc., so that more people can understand and accept it. As actors, we are actually honored in our hearts."

　　"Oh, yes, that's true."

　　"And here, I have to show my respect to Teacher Hou."

　　"Me? Why?"

　　Hou Zhen's eyes were ignorant and ignorant, and when he looked at Wu Shaobai, there was a smile of anticipation on his face.

　　"What do you admire about me?"

　　"On the road of promoting quyi, Mr. Hou, Mr. Hou's daughter-in-law, father, and mother are all good."

　　Hearing this, Hou Zhen quickly said modestly:

　　"Don't dare to dare, you are too rewarding."

　　"No, no, this is not a compliment, but a matter of fact. Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you this. Teacher Hou is from the Hou family, right? Everyone knows that he is the eldest son and eldest grandson of Master Hou Baolin."

　　"Yes."

　　"As the eldest grandson, there must be a father..."

　　"nonsense!"

　　Hou Zhen pushed Wu Shaobai:

　　"What does it mean to have? It already exists!"

　　"Right, right, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

　　Wu Shaobai hurriedly cupped his hands to express his respect for the Hou family, and continued:

　　"And you should also know that among the three sons of Hou Baolin, in this generation, only the master of my uncle, Mr. Guo Degang, who is my master Shi Fukuan's partner, Mr. Hou Yaowen, is engaged in the cross talk industry."

　　"correct."

　　"The uncle and the second master are not from this industry. The second master is involved in the film and television industry, and the uncle is the person who is suspected of being Mr. Hou's father..."

　　"You wait a moment."

　　Hou Zhen quickly stopped:

　　"There is no suspicion, it was originally. Did you figure it out?"

　　 "Didn't you just do a paternity test last week? Is this the result?"

　　"never heard of that!"

　　Hou Zhenyi waved his hand:

　　"That's my dad."

　　"..."

　　Wu Shaobai looked a little unresponsive and asked:

　　"Are you sure? But how can I hear people outside say that you asked your third uncle to call your father."

　　"no!"

　　Hou Zhen raised his hand:

　　"This is the words that came out of the mouths of those bastards. Don't believe it. I am my father's son, and this is absolutely not wrong!"

　　"……Sure?"

　　"Sure!"

　　"Then explain why you're talking about cross talk here. Everyone says that the son inherits his father's business and his father's career, but your third uncle talks about cross talk, and then you, if you want to count it like this... Mr. Hou..."

　　"Don't go on talking. The more you say it, the more crooked it is! I don't need to explain, my dad is really not in this line, he doesn't speak cross talk."

　　Hou Zhen quickly stopped him.

　　But Wu Shaobai seemed a little unconvinced, and asked:

　　"Really?"

　　"What's the difference between true and false? In front of so many people today, let me explain, everyone, my father doesn't talk about cross talk!"

　　Just as Hou Zhen finished speaking, Wu Shaobai suddenly handed his hand to the front of the stage:

　　"Your father listens to cross talk!"

　　"Hahahaha~".

Chapter 458

　　"Oh!!!!!"

　　"Hahahaha~"

　　The expression on Hou Zhen's face was full of helplessness. Looking at the audience who laughed and cheered, he knew that he could not talk to the audience at this time, so he simply waved to Wu Shaobai:

　　"You are too bad."

　　"Isn't it unpacking today, the big guys have to be lively, right?"

　　"I haven't heard of it, you can't help me recognize so many dads because of your hilarity!"

　　"Ai!!"

　　It's okay if he didn't say it, the audience responded as soon as he mentioned two words.

　　Hou Zhen was stunned for a moment, looked at the delighted audience, picked up his fan and pointed to the bottom of the stage:

　　"What kind of audience are you all! Are you like words? Are you like words!"

　　"Hahahaha~"

　　Seeing that the burden is almost there, Wu Shaobai smiled and said:

　　"Just now, it was a joke. In fact, I just wanted to express the contribution of the Hou family to traditional art. Although some colleagues have ruined the job of Mr. Hou's family, I still want to say , The Hou family's contribution to Quyi is the white cloth that your mother has been black for [-] years, and can't be stained! The Hou family of a Hou family, in the business of Quyi, is worthy of the four characters of loyalty and loyalty!"